*Him*
It had been two days since Fiona was let home.
Finn made it his mission to remain with her when he wasn't busy. He had been on patrol twice with the warrior and tracker wolves, watching for any trace of Brutus. It seems he has not dared trek onto packlands since.
This morning, Finn sat in the tree outside of Fiona's window. He brought out his bamboo flute and was playing a delicate song. Two white butterflies were flying around Finns head. Along with his white hair, it made him seem ethereal.
Fiona stirred from her sleep and sighed at feeling safe that Finn was watching over her. Finn watched her stretch and then she waved at him. He nodded at her, before he jumped down out of the tree to give her space to get dressed for the day.
He walked to the front door and knocked.
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